I inserted my tongue into his mouth. Then I was holding his shoulder and sit him on bed. I removed my bra completely. My boobs are free now. He just w...s looking my big boobs. I insert my hands into his hairs and pulled his head to my right side big boob. He just was sucking my pink nipples. I was forcefully moved his head to my boob. He just was sucking my nipples like small kid. Then I moved his head to my left side big boob. He keeps sucking my nipples, pressing my boobs. Then he keeps his. I was unprepared for how much I liked the feeling of his little dick in my mouth. I swirled it around and sucked it like it was one of the last things I would ever put in my mouth. As I worked my way up and down on his preteen shaft I began working my hands on his little ass globes. I pulled myself off of his cock and worked my way down to his hairless little nut sack. I painted his balls with my tongue, all while slowly stroking his little cock. I began to get more and more turned on by all of. But she was fighting many demons because she spent to much time alone. Too much time to to fantasize. And her fantasies had gotten worse. She was a good mother and her husband loved her dearly. But he knew her weaknesses. At least the ones she showed a few years ago. But she was ok now! A psychiatrist had cured her!A few years ago, her fantasy was appliance repairmen and salesmen. As beautiful as she was, she had an aura of innocent vulnerability about her that made it easy for predators to. ”He grabbed her wrists and pushed her back down on the bed, ready to penetrate her.She stopped him again, struggling with him. “No, Jamie, say it first. Please.”He bit his lip.“Please,” she begged.He looked pained again.She touched his face and looked into his green eyes.He hadn’t called her this in two years. He had called her “Angela.” Or worse, “Mrs. Brandt.” A way of distancing himself from the incestuous deed they had committed two years ago perhaps.So, when he finally whispered, “Mother,”.